poetry
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All that we can’t Left behind.
Well isn’t it just looking Fall AF out there today. The leaves are beyond majestic and the squirrels, much like the freshmen university students, are liable to jump out into traffic at any moment. Constant Vigilance! Thanks professor Moody. Jermaine to the third last sentence, I did tragically end the life of one recently. His… Continue reading
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Ultimate Lameness, Pun Intended.
A vexing re-occurrence of intolerable spine twinging has at least served to provide me with the time to clack upon these patterned buttons in a vaguely rhythmic manner twice now in two days. Writing. It means I’m writing. And perhaps a mite touched. As I’m quite eager to return to my debilitating boredom and maudlin… Continue reading
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Casually Unique Thots
Good evening once again dear digital denizens. It is I, your least favorite purveyor of pseudo-melancholy and general belligerence. Plus the occasional cute dog photo or something else wholesome. You know, for the kids… If any children are reading this, I apologize, your parental oversight is distinctly lacking. My suggestion would be start setting fires,… Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 